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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.