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 Togo and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.