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 East Timor and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.