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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 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 The Happenings to the techno 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.