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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blues Magoos to the jazz 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.