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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Index,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.