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 Iran and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.