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 Cameroon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 synthesizer 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.