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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Lyres,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.