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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Livin' Joy to the rock 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Wings,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.