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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Evens to the crunk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.