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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 L. Decosne to the techno 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.