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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.