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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.