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 Slovakia and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.