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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
Wire,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.