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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu 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?
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.