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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.