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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Roxette to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.