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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s 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 Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Brick,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.