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 Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the grime 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong 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?
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.