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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.