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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Magma,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.