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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Residents to the techno 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Ronan,
Mars,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.