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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Stereo Dub to the grime 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.