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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Qualms to the dance 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Franke,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Index,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.