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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.