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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.