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 Nicaragua 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Josef K,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.