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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.