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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Gong,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.