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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
MDC,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.