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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.