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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.