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 Qatar and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.