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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 The Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.