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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 The American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Nas,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.