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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.