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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 güiro 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.