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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore 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?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.