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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.