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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Infiniti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.