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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
The Wake,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.