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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.