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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.