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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.