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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
CMW,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.