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 Tuvalu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 synthesizer 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.