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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Doors to the funk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.