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 France and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.