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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Invisible to the disco 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.