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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
10cc,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.