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 Pakistan 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Man Parrish to the grime 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.