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 Singapore and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.