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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.