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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.