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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Television,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
UT,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.