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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.