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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Flash Fearless to the techno 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Visage,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.