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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Lyres,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.