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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.