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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Lindisfarne to the funk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Mars,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Pole,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.