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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.