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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Seeds to the funk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.