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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Fugazi to the disco 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.