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 Russia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.