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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.