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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.