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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.