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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
PIL,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.