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 Niger 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Prince Buster to the grime 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Organ,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Television,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.