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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.