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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Television,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.