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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Television,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.