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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
The Index,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.