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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.