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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.