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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.