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 Suriname and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Buzzcocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.