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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Cale to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.