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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smoke to the grime 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
UT,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
10cc,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.