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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 organ 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
MDC,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.