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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the disco 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.