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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
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 organ 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 Porter Ricks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.