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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Tubeway Army to the disco 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.