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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dual Sessions to the rap 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.