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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Wire,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.