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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Q65,
Wire,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.