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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Liliput,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.