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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 The Smoke to the disco 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.