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 Austria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Japan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an organ 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.