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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Television,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.