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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.