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 Kiribati 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.