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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.