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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.