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 South Sudan 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Visage,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.