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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.