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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.