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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Moss Icon to the rap 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.