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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.