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 Angola and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.