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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings to the dance 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.