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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.