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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the disco 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
Technova,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.