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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Technova to the jazz 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.