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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.