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 Iceland and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.