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 Australia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
The Index,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.