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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.