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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Q65,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Television,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.