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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 linndrum 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.