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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the grime 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Darondo,
The Index,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.