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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.