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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.