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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk 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?
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.