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 Afghanistan 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Index,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.