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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Scrapy to the rap 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
UT,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.