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 the UAE and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.