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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.