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 India and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.