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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.