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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.