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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.