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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 ABC to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.