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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.