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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.