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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 clarinet 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Pole,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.