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 Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.