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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.