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 Estonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.