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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.