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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
ABC,
the Swans,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.