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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.