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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.