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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.