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 Russia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Clear Light 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.