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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Residents to the dance 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.