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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Organ,
AZ,
Flipper,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.