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 Canada 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Slits to the grunge 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.