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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.