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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 The Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.