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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.