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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.