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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.