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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.