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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.