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 Peru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beau Brummels to the dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.