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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.