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 Niger and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.