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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.