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 Austria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Can,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.