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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.