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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.