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 Ukraine 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Bluetip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Magma,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.