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 Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.