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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.