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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
X-101,
Index,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.