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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.