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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.