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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.