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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.