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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Television,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.