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 Burkina 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.