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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T. Rex 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.