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 Korea South and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.