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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.