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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Index to the punk 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.