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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.