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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock 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?
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
This Heat,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.