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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.