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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.