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 Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.