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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 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 The Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.