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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.