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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
X-102,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.