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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.