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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 H. Thieme to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
X-102,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.