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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.