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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.