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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.