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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.