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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.