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 Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.