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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.