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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.