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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Ludus,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.