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 Angola and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Mojo Men to the rap 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.