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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Black Bananas to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.