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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.