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 Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Monolake,
AZ,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.