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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.