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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.