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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Swans,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.