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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.