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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.