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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Moss Icon to the rock 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.