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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily to the rock 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Crime,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.