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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
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 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.