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 Jordan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.