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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
X-102,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.