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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Talk Talk to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.