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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.