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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.