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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Pantytec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.