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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.