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 Mali and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 The Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Ronan,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.