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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Slave,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Monolake,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.