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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.