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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.