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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the rock 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.