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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.