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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.