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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.