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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.