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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.