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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.