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 Taiwan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.