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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Swans,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.