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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
UT,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.