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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 organ 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.