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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Don Cherry to the rap 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.