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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.