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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 harpsichord 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
UT,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.