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 Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Mars,
DNA,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.