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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.