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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.