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 Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the grunge 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.