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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Toasters to the jazz 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.