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 Iceland 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 The Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.