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 Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.