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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.