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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Jandek,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.