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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.