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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the funk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.