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 Slovenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.