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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.