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 Portugal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.