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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Japan to the crunk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.