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 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 Lagos and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
John Holt,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.