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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.