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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.