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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.