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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.