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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Mars,
Organ,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.