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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.