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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pop Group to the grime 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.