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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 The Names to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.