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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Josef K to the dance 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Pole,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.