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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.