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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.