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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the grunge 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.