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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.