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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Moss Icon to the punk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Zapp,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.