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 Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.