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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.