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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.