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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.