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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.