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 Malta 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 The Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.