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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
UT,
Magma,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.