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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick May to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.