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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.