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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.