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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Clark Five to the techno 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.