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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Television,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.