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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.