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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Maurizio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.