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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Black Moon to the funk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.