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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.