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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Magma,
The Motions,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.