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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Ludus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.