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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the dance 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.