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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Mars,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.