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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Can,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Wire,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.