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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Byron Stingily to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.