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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 The Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.