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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
AZ,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.