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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Alphaville to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Television,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.