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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the techno 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.