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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.