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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 the Germs to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.