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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Slave,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.