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 Israel and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.