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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots 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?
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
MDC,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.