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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.