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 Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.