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 San Marino and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
The Wake,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.