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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Charles Mingus 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.