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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.