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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.