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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 harpsichord 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 Radiohead to the grunge 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec 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?
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.