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 Argentina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
ABC,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.