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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
June Days,
Can,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Crime,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.