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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.