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 Iraq 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.