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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.