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 Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
New Order,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Mars,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.