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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Scientists to the crunk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Lyres,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.