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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.