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 Mozambique and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Mars,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.