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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Index,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.