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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Roxette to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
JFA,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.