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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.