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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.