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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.