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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.