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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.