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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the jazz 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.