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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.