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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.