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 India and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the techno 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
June Days,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.