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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.