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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the punk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Organ,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.