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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Monolake,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.