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 India 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Brass Construction 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.