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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Blues Magoos to the grunge 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.