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 Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Raincoats to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.