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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
the Sonics,
UT,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.