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 Poland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.