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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Althea and Donna to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.