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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Wings,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.