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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Faraquet to the grime 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.