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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.