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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.