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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
the Normal,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.