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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Charles Mingus 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.