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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.