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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Fugazi to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
The Saints,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.