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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.