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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet 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?
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.