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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Stooges to the electroclash 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.