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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.