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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the funk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.