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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Slave,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.