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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Model 500,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Faust,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.