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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the grime 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
UT,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.