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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 The Move to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.