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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 F. McDonald to the crunk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.