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 Georgia and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.