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 Samoa 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.