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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu 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?
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.