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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.