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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Remains to the punk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.