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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.