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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Mission of Burma to the rock 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.