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 Cuba 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.