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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.