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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.