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 Latvia and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.