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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 organ 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 June of 44 to the rap 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.