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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
New Order,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.