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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier to the rock 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.