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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.