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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Oneida to the rock 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.