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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
The Names,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.