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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.