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 India and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Model 500 to the rap 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.