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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.