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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.