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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Graham Central Station to the dance 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Scientists,
X-101,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
ABC,
The Toasters,
DNA,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.