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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.