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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.