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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.