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 Morocco and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Fear,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.