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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.