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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the crunk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Mars,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.