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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.