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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.