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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 UT to the punk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann 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?
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Bill Near,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.