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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 oboe 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
cv313,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.