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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Mars,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.