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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.