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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.