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 Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 This Heat to the dance 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.