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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.