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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.