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 Switzerland and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Technova,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.