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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.