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 China 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.