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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks 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?
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.