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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.