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 Bhutan and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Kayak,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Monks,
Suicide,
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.