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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.