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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Gong,
Dark Day,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.