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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.