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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Negative Approach 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.