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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Adolescents to the techno 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Television,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.