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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls to the jazz 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Nas,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.