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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.