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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
The Wake,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.