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 Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.