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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.