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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.