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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.