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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echospace 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.