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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Anakelly to the punk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.