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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.