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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.