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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Velvet Underground to the punk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.