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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flesh Eaters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.