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 Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the rock 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.