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 Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the electroclash 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
The Fall,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.