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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
The Sonics,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.