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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 marimba 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.