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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.