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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.