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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.