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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Bananas to the techno 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.