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 Zimbabwe 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.