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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the crunk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.