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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the punk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.