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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.