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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Stooges,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.