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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.