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 Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Magma,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.