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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.