Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Laos and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.