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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Newcleus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s 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 New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.