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 Burundi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 808 and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.