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 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
New Order,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.