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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.