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 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 June Days to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.