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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ponytail 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.