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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.