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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.