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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.