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 Azerbaijan 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
UT,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.