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 Palau 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Q65,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.