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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 One Last Wish to the grunge 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Japan,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.