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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
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Chrome,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.