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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Technova to the crunk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.