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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.