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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.