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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.