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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.