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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.