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 Yemen 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
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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.