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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Albert Ayler to the rap 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.