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 Chad 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.