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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Raincoats to the crunk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Smog,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.