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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the punk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.