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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Deakin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip 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?
Darondo,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
June Days,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.