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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.