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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.