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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 the Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
The Motions,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.