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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
The Index,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.