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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.