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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.