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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.