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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.