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 Uruguay 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.