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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 clarinet 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.