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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.