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 Eritrea 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.