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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.