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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
The Residents,
Index,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.