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 Moldova and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 E-Dancer to the disco 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
a-ha,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.