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 Togo and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.