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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Can,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.