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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Association to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.