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 Finland and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Organ 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.