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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Colin Newman to the rap 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Slave,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.