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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.