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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Q65,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.