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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.