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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.