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 Benin and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.