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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.