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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu 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?
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.