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 Syria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.