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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Pole,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Technova,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.