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 Jordan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.