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 Armenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.