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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.