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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rakim to the grime 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.