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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.