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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Can,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.