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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the dance 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
The Move,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.