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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Make Up,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Franke,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.