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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.