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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.