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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Crime,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.