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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.