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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.