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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.