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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
Cymande,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.