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 Jordan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.