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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.