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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques 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?
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.