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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.