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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.