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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.