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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.