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 Tanzania 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the techno 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.