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 Iraq 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.