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 Grenada and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.