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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.