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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.