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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the grunge 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.