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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.