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 Moldova and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.