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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Slave to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.