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 Portugal 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 This Heat to the rock 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.