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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.