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 Israel 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the dance 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.