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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.