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 Lebanon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Black Bananas to the punk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.