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 China and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.