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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
New Order,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.