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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the funk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Can,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.