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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Can,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.